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zoeykallus · 2 years ago

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Crosshair - My Beloved Enemy 32 – Dying Hope

Crosshair x Female!Reader (FF)

Warning: Angst/Tension

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After what feels like an eternity, Rex and Hunter finally find a way to free their brothers. But something is wrong, you can feel it, the task seems too easy.

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What Happened Before:

Part 1 - Crash Landing

Part 2 - Hot And Cold

Part 3 - Hello Kitten

Part 4 - Look Who’s Back

Part 5 - Rebel Darling

Part 6 - Burning Anger

Part 7 - Love And Pain

Part 8 - A Difficult Reunion

Part 9 - The Bitter Taste Of Blood And Failure

Part 10 - Where The Dead Ships Dwell

Part 11 - A Lonely Firefly In Space

Part 12 - Broken Wings

Part 13 - A Helping Hand

Part 14 - The Justifier

Part 15 - The Bounty

Part 16 - Trapped

Part 17 - I Love You Too

Part 18 - When The Past Catches Up With Us

Part 19 - I’ve Never Been Good At Goodbyes

Part 20 - Unexpected

Part 21 - The Question

Part 22 - Sleepless Nights

Part 23 - Sleepyheads And Making Up

Part 24 - Crosshair’s Conclusion

Part 25 - Good Soldiers Follow Orders

Part 26 - I’m Sorry Kitten

Part 27 - Bracca

Part 28 -Rampart

Part 29 - It’s All Tactics

Part 30 - CT 6116

Part 31 - Of Wolves And Sheep

Part 32 - Dying Hope

The days passed and the uncertainty was unbearable. Rex had a plan, but to carry it out you had to wait for a specific moment, when Crosshair, Echo and Tech would be shuttled to Kessel. Rex's informant, Kix presumably, because they still remained anonymous in their contact, told about the transfer of the three to Kessel. It was this shuttle that Rex wanted to intercept.

"Why in a shuttle? Why isn't the destroyer or a cruiser flying?" you asked critically.

Rex said somberly, "Apparently the three aren't such particularly important prisoners after all. Maybe something else more urgent came up and Rampart had to set other priorities."

Hunter, standing behind you, reached for your shoulder.

"Probably our only opportunity to get them back."

Wrecker frowned and growled "What if that's what they want us to think? Honestly looks like a trap to me"

Everyone looked at the giant and you said, "I didn't want to say it, but that's the thought that's bothering me. I want the boys back, pretty much at any cost, but if I lose you guys in the process too then-"

"You won't," Rex assured "Whatever comes, we'll adapt."

Wolffe growled "We won't be taken by surprise that easily".

Just thinking about what lay or could lie ahead made your heart beat faster with anticipation.

"Tomorrow the transfer is to take place, so let's get ready" Hunter said seriously "I want my brothers back" with a wry smile he added "Even Crosshair"

In a space nebula, just outside Kessel, you lay in wait, hidden, with the Marauder and a second, smaller shuttle, the Sneaker.

Each second that passed seemed to you like an eternity. You ran up and down in the Marauder, which was currently being piloted by Wolffe. Rex, Hunter and Wrecker, were in the Sneaker. The plan was to disable the Empire's transport shuttle with the Marauder and then board it with the Sneaker.

It sounded doable, plausible, but the implementation worried you, because you were the Gunner and had to hit the transport shuttle's thrusters just right so that she was disabled but not destroyed.

You sat down in the Gunner's cockpit and took a deep breath.

"All clear back there?" you heard Wolffe call from the cockpit.

"Yeah, we're good," you returned, as convincingly as you could.

"You'll be fine, little lamb," grumbled the former clone commander "You've done this sort of thing before, a number of times from what I hear, this is no different."

"I know, I told you, all right, I can handle it" you said, trying to convince not only him but yourself with the words.

Silence reigned for a while, then suddenly you heard him ask, "Are you scared?"

You thought for a moment before answering honestly, " For Crosshair, Tech and Echo most of all, yes"

"No, I meant in general"

"No, my concern for those three outweighs anything else, at least for now".

Again there was silence for a while and again it was Wolffe who broke the silence.

"You love this Crosshair very much don't you?"

The question took you by surprise.

"Yes, more than anything"

"Hmm", he growled "Must be nice to have something like that".

"It is indeed" you said with a small smile that he couldn't see in the cockpit of course "Even if you worry about the other all the time, but I guess that's part of it"

The next time Wolffe broke the silence, it was to tell you to be ready.

" Be ready to go any moment, when the shuttle comes out of hyperspace you need to be ready, shut down the thrusters as soon as possible, if they try to escape we'll follow them, I'll get you in position if the angle changes. Okay?"

"Okay," you said with your heart pounding.

"Deep breaths soldier, we can do this."

You blinked in surprise, Wolffe had fallen back into old patterns out of force of habit, but that was okay, as long as he did what was necessary he might as well call you Rex.

"Copy that, sir!" you returned adjusting.

From the moment Wolffe yelled from the cockpit, "Here we go," everything happened very quickly, the adrenaline shooting into your system so fast and sharpening your senses that the process almost happened by itself. Every muscle fiber was on alert, ready to act.

The shuttle had appeared out of nowhere, jumping straight out of hyperspace, not far from you.

"Don't fire until we're out of the nebula, the gas in the nebula is very flammable".

"Got it"

Your heart was racing, but you were fully focused, your hands on the trigger. Hastily you locked on to the thrusters, remembering how Tech had told you some time ago exactly where to aim, pretty much in the center.

As the Marauder left the nebular, you aimed and fired. Your heart seemed to stop at the same moment, your breath caught in your throat. A split second seemed to stretch into eternity, then finally, the shot hit. Direct hit!

The shuttle's engines died and the shuttle hovered in front of you, unable to maneuver. You jumped out of the gunner's seat and ran into the cockpit.

"See, told you you could do it, little sheep," he grumbled with a wry smile.

You grinned at him, still full of adrenaline but also relief and tension at the same time.

"You were right, it was just like the times before".

Wolffe nodded, "Mmm, that's what I'm saying."

Wolffe had turned the Marauder so you could better observe what was happening. Your eyes were glued to what was happening with the shuttle, while Wolffe's eyes kept darting to the radar.

You could see the Sneaker docking with the Imperial transport shuttle. It took a very few minutes that seemed like another eternity for the Sneaker to detach from the shuttle.

Suddenly, the comm beeped. As Wolffe opened the channel, Hunter literally bellowed from the speaker, "IT'S A DECOY, A TRAP, PREPARE FOR HYPERSPACE IMMEDIATELY!"

The next few things happened quickly and also decelerated at the same time. The radar sounded proximity alarms. Behind you, out of the nebula, emerged a cruiser that, viewed through the cockpit window, seemed much larger than it actually was.

A huge piece of metal, armed to the teeth.

A jolt went through the Marauder as it was caught in a tractor beam.

"Sneaker get out of there, you can't help us!" barked Wolffe through the comm.

"We'll come back and get you all out of there," Hunter promised before the Sneaker disappeared into hyperspace.

"I knew this was a trap," you whispered angrily, but the anger was directed at yourself for allowing a part of you to believe in an unlikely success and now be disappointed beyond measure.

Wolffe said, perfectly calmly, "It was worth a try."

You said dryly and humorlessly, "You think so? Tell me again when you have been interrogated and tortured".

Wolffe looked at you reprovingly: "Don't lose your nerve now, little sheep, not everything is lost yet".

You wanted to believe him, you really did. But the closer the Marauder came to the Cruiser as it was pulled towards it, the lower your courage sank.

Wolffe's hand landed heavily on your shoulder and he said, "Don't give up. Crosshair certainly wouldn't want you to give up."

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This probably feels like a filler and it kind of is, 'cause I need some time to prepare what's coming next...

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pokenimagines · 2 years ago

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Pokemon SV Discord Roleplay

Hello! As the new games are coming out later this week, we will be launching a new role play world in our discord server on November 20th! The RP will be set in the Pokemon world obviously lol! While there likely will be many having their oc be from Paldea, you can have your oc be from any region you like! Whether you are an experienced roleplayer or new to the scene, everyone is welcomed to join!

The new RP will be going live the Sunday after release, November 20th, 2022 (same day of the writing event)

Years ago there had been a young witch that hailed from a different dimension. She managed to end up in the wonderous world of Pokemon, and in her time there, she learned how to make phones that could communicate through different dimensions. Going trigger happy, the young witch went ahead and sent out these rotophones in hopes of finding fun and unique individuals.

She succeeded, and over the years friends had come and gone. One friend of the witch, a unique individual who was raised as a human, but born seraph, stuck around. When the young witch one day vanished, this seraph decided to go ahead and make new phones and send them out, in hopes of finding her lost friend.

This introduces you, just a random individual in your own eyes. Perhaps a pokemon trainer, a champion, breeder, scout...the possibilities are endless. When you find a phone appear in your life with a curious app you've never seen before...what could this all mean? Find out. Open the app. Make a username. Enter the world of interdimensional chatrooms with other people who found these phones, just like you.

There's the basics of the RP. To make it less confusing, the idea is that your OC finds a phone that has a "Rotocord" app on it that allows them to talk to other people in different dimensions. The reason why it's different dimensions is for these reasons:

You have a say in your own world. You can have it be an AU if you'd like. We've had people who made Raihan the champion of their region, another one who had an underground pokemon League run by Leon himself. This way, whatever your character and world does, it won't effect other people and how they want to portray their OC.

You can ship your OC with canon characters without worrying about it interfering with someone else's ships. This blog is all about xReader romance stories, which means a majority of you guys ship either yourselves or an OC with canon characters. We stan this. Please ship your OCs with Canon, it's a lot of fun.

You can roleplay canon characters alongside your own as well. I've seen some servers who have roleplays and only specific people are allowed to RP canon characters in it. We have more free reign for your characters and their world, so you can RP as canon characters alongside your OCs. Just make sure you look at the rules beforehand.

We'd also like to say that you don't have to RP with a character from Scarlet and Violet. We accept characters from every pokemon game, even spin offs like "Rangers". You can have 3 characters to RP as, so if you'd like to RP immediately with a character from a different game, then later add an OC for Scarvio, go right ahead (more information in the "Rules" section)

Rotocord: This Roleplays version of discord. It's an open chatroom for your OCs to interact with other characters from different dimensions. Set them up with a snazzy username and have fun chatting!

NSFW Chatroom: Are you RPing an 18+ character and have things to say that would corrupt the little ones? There's a specialized Rotocord for the adult characters to chat away in about every little thing that happens. (Please note that both yourself, and your character have to be 18+ to RP in this chatroom. If you're underaged yourself then you won't have access, and if you have an underaged character you aren't allowed to RP with them in this channel)

Dimensional Portals: This channel's name is a bit confusing. It's where you can RP character interactions that are beyond just a chatroom. Characters can use the "Dimensional Portal" app to open a portal to someone else's dimension. Thing of this like the multiplayer function in other games. You can transport your character to someone else's world to have fun. There will only be one available channel in Dimensional Portals for people to use. This channel is to ask if another person RPing wants to use this function. Once it's been established that both people want to RP, then go right ahead and open up a thread to RP in. Our last RP sometimes had issues with all the channels being occupied by inactive RPs, so by opening a thread it won't clog up anything.

Threads: With Discord's implementation of threads, it's easy to have "Private DMs" with other people in the server. If you want to RP a conversation with just one character, you can open up a thread with them! This is available for both normal Rotocord, and is mandatory if you're going to use the "Dimensional Portals" channel.

If any of this is confusion, don't worry. Once the RP begins, Queenie and I will be laying out examples on how to do everything. We will also have our private DMs open if anyone has any questions about how to RP. We won't leave you guys in the dark, we promise!

Max 3 OCs per person: In order to keep things less confusing, you can only make 3 OCs to use in this RP, unless requesting permission from a Moderator or Admin. This doesn't apply for canon character, however there are some rules for them as well.

No making overpowered characters: While you can have characters that aren't human, you can't make them overpowered. It makes things bland when people can have their character solve every problem with a snap of their finger. Your character can be the strongest in their own world, if you want, but don't try to force your character being better and stronger than other people.

No Pokemon Characters: You can RP as an alien, witch, seraph, whatever. Just no RPing as an actual pokemon. I understand we have the "Mystery Dungeon" series, but this isn't the place for it. You can however RP as a pokemon/human hybrid if you'd like.

No Pokephilia: This will get you kicked out of the RP immediately.

No Harassment: Don't harass people or their characters. This is a safe space for both experienced and new roleplayers. We don't tolerate bullying of any kind. If someone claims they don't want to RP with you, then don't pester them to do so.

Keep things in the right channel: We have an adult space and a space for work space. If you want to use really foul language or discuss NSFW things, bring it to the right channel (we don't care for cursing in SFW, but if you're being explicit, then it's a problem).

Explicit RPs need to be consensual: If you want to RP a sex scene, please inform the person you plan on RPing with what you want to write about. If you have a kink or something you despise, then please state it so it wont be brought up in RP.

Dimensions aren't synced: Something that might've happened in your world, might not have happened in someone else's. They won't be synced up. This allows players to RP how they want. So don't try to dictate what happens in someone else's dimension.

No God Modding: This means don't try to control someone else's character unless you've been given permission. If this happens, the person can report you to Mods and Admins and we will temporarily ban you from RP channels. If it continuously happens, you will be banned.

No Spoilers: Not everyone is going to have Scarlet and Violet when it first comes out. We need to wait at least until after Christmas (when a lot of people will probably be getting it) before we can begin using spoilers. If you are going to be discussing something that can be considered a spoiler, you need to mark is as so.

Character Makers: We'll have several links for Picrew if you'd like to get a good sense of what your characters will look like! Please upload a photo of your character in your character's bio as well.

Formatting: We'll have a tutorial on how to do discord formatting if you have trouble remembering things. This goes for things like bolding, italicizing, strike-through, etc.

Character Skeleton: This is a form that you can fill out with information of your character. It will be required before you can RP. In the character skeleton, there will be a section called "Canon Usernames". If you want to RP canon characters alongside your OC, you need to write down the character, as well as their username for Rotocord. You can't just use their normal name as it would get confusing.

#queenie speaks #salt speaks #pokemon scarvio #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon rp #pokemon discord #discord announcement #pokemon roleplay

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masterjedilenawrites · 3 years ago

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Delta Squad: Unlikely Cat Owners

Boss:

He's on a lengthy, boring mission, and only focused on keeping his squad focused... and then he notices this little black cat is always showing up wherever they go

He'd try not to acknowledge it at first

It's small and scrawny and skittish, but it seems to really like him specifically

He'll start by tossing it scraps of food. Then he'll start talking to it. And next thing you know, he's inviting it inside his tent for warmth at night

And eventually the cat has its own little basket on the ship and its own food dish and it takes up half the cot when it sleeps and Boss just puts up with it

Doesn't name it, ends up calling it "little guy"

It's a girl but he doesn't know that

The cat mostly does its own thing during the day, occasionally appearing wherever Boss is and bringing a secret smile to his face

He doesn't want other units to know about the cat. But he also doesn't want to leave the thing behind when they inevitably have to leave

So he ends up taking it with him on the down low, and anyone who notices just knows to not comment on it

Heaven help the poor soul who messes with Boss's little guy

Fixer:

He's back on the ship, keeping an eye on the squad while they're on a recon mission, when the ugliest freaking cat in the whole galaxy wanders up the open ramp

He only notices because he suddenly starts sneezing

He panics, trying to shoo it away without getting too close, but the thing just sits there and stares at him

Eventually figures out if he turns on certain filters on his helmet, he can pick the thing up and carry it outside without issue

Soon after, though, it starts raining, and no matter how hard he tries to focus on the mission, he can't stop thinking about that mangy cat with the crooked tooth and the chipped ears

Spends an hour searching for it before finding it shivering under a bush

Spends the next hour researching , what do cats eat, how to get rid of the mange, what to do about its bowed legs, anything else he can to help this unfortunate creature

The squad doesn't understand why he insists on keeping it around. It hacks up hairballs and scratches out chunks of its fur. And it makes Fixer sneeze and itch himself

He just really wants to help the thing have a better quality of life

He can't cure the cat's ugliness, but he helps restore its coat to health and figures out what it can eat without vomiting

He interviews candidates to adopt it, scrutinizing everyone until he finds someone with as much care and patience as he had

He misses that ugly cat, but he's glad he can breathe again

Scorch:

He'd come across a stray but friendly orange cat wandering the streets where he's on mission

As it snaked between his legs and rubbed up against him, he'd immediately become attached

He'd first double check he didn't belong to anyone else, multi-tasking with his mission duties and asking around if anyone recognizes the cat

It's an annoying stray, everyone insists. Don't give it food or it'll never leave you alone...

Scorch has already been feeding him snacks all day

So now the Squad has a pet cat

He'd name it something really pretentious like Lord Jefferson, and the squad has to refer to him as My Lord or His Lordship

It doesn't matter that Fixer's allergic; Scorch makes him readjust so the cat isn't disturbed by all the sneezing

Lets the cat have free reign of the ship. Will let it walk around on the control panel and curl up in the ammunition box

But if the cat disappears, he makes everyone stop whatever they're doing to find him

Thankfully it prefers to sleep on top of Scorch's chest or back at night, so the others can get some relief in their own bunks

Wherever Scorch goes, the cat follows. Doesn't need to be carried, but will occasionally perch on his shoulder

Sev:

He was camped out on a solo mission. A stray cat with tabby-like markings kept sneaking in his camp, trying to get food and he'd shoo it away

But the cat was determined and it became like a game between them. Sev would try to hide his food and the cat would find a way to get it anyway

One day he returns to camp to find all his bags of food torn through, and the cat is curled up on his cot, sleeping so peacefully

So Sev just accepts he has a cat now

He tries to train it, like to ride on the back of his speeder or to only pee in pre-determined areas

But it's stubborn and never listens

He has several names for it: Jerk, Dumbass, Mr. Moron, Butthead, Sir Nincompoop, Mouth-Breather...

When he's in a nicer mood, he just calls him Stinker

He's constantly finding scratch marks on his things, or bites taken out of his food, or hairballs left on his pillow

It also gets stuck in trees a lot. He gives him a lecture about being an idiot and tries not to cave to his crying, but eventually saves him anyway

But no matter how much he yells at it, the cat sticks around. And he lets it

When his mission is over, he leaves the cat. He knows it's a free spirit and wouldn't do well cooped up in an apartment or on the ship

But he does plan secret visits back to check on him from time to time

#star wars #delta squad #delta squad saturday #cats #boss #fixer #scorch #sev

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facepalming-since-chernobyl · 3 years ago

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Beard analyzing anon here, bow to me and my awesome power!

I called it, this time and I called it last time that he’d return for the 100th episode judging from David’s “watch this space” and the Legacies beard and the MOTU beard and beards do not lie, people, and I can see what they say! I have the gift of prophecy* and you should all bow to me and my infinite knowledge**, bwahahaha!

*okay, it’s not prophecy, just logical thinking based on facts*

**been watching too much Stargate SG-1, excuse me**

In all seriousness, this development came about on a day when I got absolutely slammed at work so I haven’t had full time to read/digest everything. I said some things already, but here are my thoughts on what probably happened if anyone cares but more importantly why I really do think this means karamel endgame:

My guess is based on everything we’ve heard and the rumors: they wanted Chris to return for season 4 but he didn’t want to stick around, for whatever reason I won’t speculate. So they said to him, okay, fine, but he had to be open to being written back into the show for an appearance and karamel endgame toward the end. Notice they undid his death in the episode with Reign, laid the groundwork to show how much he still means to Kara and vice versa in episode 100, etc. And yes, they didn’t mention him much in s4 but to be honest, I think just wanted to give some time because maybe they hoped the supercraps would finally simmer down a bit (fat chance) and they were biding time till they could bring him back and they did mention him, though in a very poorly-written line.

Then they test the waters with episode 100’s return and the majority of sane fans loved it. So they proceeded with their plan to give karamel endgame in the finale and meantime distracted everyone with Dull Reporter Dude who was never meant to be endgame, but rather, was supposed to be the Pete Shanahan of this story (hillshollow will get this reference but for non-Stargate SG-1 fans, basically means the dull and completely ordinary guy very ill-fitting for a superhero to marry but she’s desperate to make it work because she doesn’t want to admit she’s in love with someone else). So they keep DRD around but keep throwing out stories showing how Kara will never be herself around him and he’s not a serious contender for endgame. Plus - cue the Sweet Home Alabama theme - she gave away her heart a long ago [to Mon El], and she never got it back.

Hence them returning Mon El for karamel endgame in the finale. I really think the evidence is rock-solid for this to happen: they wouldn’t bring back a serious love interest who Kara said “I LOVE YOU” to just randomly, finale or not. They wouldn’t unless they plan to make them be together for good. Yes, you can argue that James is back but we all know James was never a serious love interest and they never loved each other, he really was nothing more than a puppy crush when Kara was still searching for herself, her identity, the real love of her life who is not only a hero in his own right but can stand alongside her like equals. And thus far, the only one we’ve seen who fits that bill is Mon El. (Just like the only one who could ever be on equal footing in SG-1 with Samantha Carter was Jack O'Neill, the head of SG-1, the man who fought alongside her for years and understood her life and her world unlike all the love interests she had throughout the show.)

So you heard it here first and this time you might even believe me: KARAMEL ENDGAME INCOMING, BITCHES!!!!! XD

Assorted thoughts I already shared today:

1) I do think the funeral is Papa Zor-El’s most likely, sorry. I thought maybe it could be Dull Reporter Dude but it makes no sense to have Mon El or Winn there for it, they never knew him and I would guess his family wouldn’t want randos who didn’t even know him at his funeral.

2) I don’t think melwood is going to stay in Vancouver so my guess is any special appearances or crossovers they make with S&L will be few and very far in between if any at all.

Anyone else see any concrete evidence for karamel endgame, feel free to pipe in here. On a closing note, I would say something about supercraps, but they don’t deserve any more of my time or my headspace, so screw that.

A standing ovation, please:

I agree? Totally. I think a lot of us, more or less, had and have similar thoughts. Just we keep in mind that we talk about the SG writers who love to screw everything, not only ships, but generally speaking - EVERYTHING.

But yeah, it makes sense. I don’t think that the pandemia screwed Dullara that much,because he could have been developed outisde of Kara and their so called relationship, and he was not.

1)The funeral is William’s, it looks like. Staz was not in that scene also Lobotomzier is founding some journalistic school with his name, so it probably means he is dead. I think Legion could have come for another mission, William died and they stayed for teh funeral to support Kara and the rest superfriends.

It’s not Zor El. Papa Zor is with Alura on Argo. End of story.

2)Yeah, they have a house in CA and there is nothing that will keep them there after finishing shooting.

Bitch, don’t force me to start watching SG-1, I have other things to do =____________=’

@hillshollow @peggystormborn @raisedbyfandomwolves @madeunmexico @chelseaellie @adazzlingsakura @msclockwatcher @i-am-aci01 you may find in interesting :D

#submission #karamel #spoilers #s6 #beard kickass anon

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philliamwrites · 4 years ago

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killing me softly with his song | (Childe / Reader) [chpt.02]

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Childe / Reader

Tags: #fem!reader, #from childhood friends to lovers, #reader is a fatui agent, #slow burn, #unresolved sexual tension, #mature language, #forbidden love

Words: 3.5k

Summary: "Lybuov zla, polyubish i kozla,“ sighs your sister as she wipes off the table, but that makes you feel even more miserable. Falling for a goat might save you from an actual heartbreak by Tartaglia’s hands.

Notes: Part 1

Masterlist

Chapter 2

At the barracks’ canteen reigns the unspoken rule that no one is allowed to cook borsch, and trying to do so is punished by cleaning all windows with cold water only in the middle of the night. Can’t see anything because the nights at the outskirts of Zapolyarny are blacker than out in the taiga? Tough luck. There are so many different recipes as there are families out there, and everyone has their very own way to make it. Fatui agents have brought each other to the hospital wing over fighting which recipe is the best, therefore a couple of years before Tartaglia and you enrolled, this rule was established.

Sitting out in the cold of Jaroslawk at four in the morning, you’d kill for a hot bowl of your mamochka’s borsch—the best in Morepesok even though Tartaglia begs to differ, but the only problem with his claim is that he is fucking wrong.

Through your binoculars you see everything is quiet and dark on the other side of the compound, which is a good sign. Unfortunately, good also means very boring. You’ve been lying in the exact same position for nearly three hours now: on your belly, elbows slightly propping your upper body to see the Baron’s estate that’s embraced by a forest like a mother cradling its child. Tales have it if you make even one little mistake inside those cold brick walls, Baron Igor would personally see to it that you don’t leave these woods alive and whatever his hellish guard dogs don’t finish eating up, his servants would send to your family as a small parting gift and warning to get as far and fast away as possible.

If only he were as thorough covering his tracks as he is scaring people, but Baron Igor has never really excelled at multiple things and now, months after the first little bird brought some interesting insight, you can’t wait for Baron Igor to finally slip and confirm the rumours about him selling information on one of Il Dottore’s gun research labs to a spy from Sumeru. Intel has it exchanges usually occur once every full moon and with the orb now hidden behind thick, black clouds, this is the last chance to get some evidence before the ship leaving to Sumeru carries whoever deserves a knife in their windpipe back to their God of Wisdom.

Baron Igor has messed up, got too arrogant, and now you and your team are here to make sure he eats up his mess. It wasn’t easy to infiltrate his mansion. Mitsuki only passed because you took out two of the other contesters for one of the Baron’s favourite restaurants down in Nowobirsk. That man bows to greed and when introduced to the place’s new maître d’hôtel—the best of his kind, the most exotic to own during their flimsy ceasefire with Inazuma—Baron Igor acted swiftly and hired him. Mitsuki had gagged at those words while lieutenant Scaramouche had shown the patience of a man barely holding himself back from violence. Two days later, Mitsuki took his position as spy and head waiter of the Baron’s personal restaurant taking up the whole second floor in the right wing of his stone mansion.

“Fuck me, I look like a penguin,” Mitsuki had said on the night before his work began at the estate, glaring at himself in the mirror dressed in a sharply tailored tuxedo.

“Then we know who to call if Baron Igor decides to open a zoo,” Mikhail had said, but he was in no hurry to turn away his appreciative gaze from how tight Mitsuki’s black pants tugged his slim legs and ass.

That’s the team, Mitsuki, you and Mikhail—Lock, Shock and Barrel, one of your fellow division’s comrade likes to call you for unknown reasons, simply laughing to himself and shaking his head as if trying to get rid of a good memory. Though for all that Scaramouche is concerned, to him you’re triple double and a clusterfuck he doesn’t want anywhere near him or so help him Her Majesty the Tsaritsa, he’ll stake your heads and scatter your remains to the seagulls terrorising the coast of Port Odessa.

“He loves us,” Mikhail likes to joke, even though you aren’t sure the words love and Scaramouche should be used in one sentence.

“One day, he’ll kill one of us with his bear hands and feel nothing,” Mitsuki commonly remarks, sounding like whatever you’d do to receive such a punishment is probably ghastly enough to justify being murdered.

“His hat is pretty neat,” is usually your only contribution and they both look at you as if you’re crazy.

“Any movement?” a voice asks from your right. Mikhail shakes still fresh snow from his head and shoulders as he dugs under the narrow doorway, looking like a puppy trying to shake itself dry. Now that a year has passed since a Geo Vision user crushed his right arm and healers had to amputate it to save his life, he’s adapted pretty well to only one arm and hand at his disposal. He’s balancing a cup in his palm while holding two paper bags with his fingers and somehow makes it look easy. He rejoins you at the window, carefully placing the steaming cup and one bag in front of you. You hand him your binoculars so he can see for himself, and inspect your breakfast. “Do I even want to know where you found,” you peak inside the bag, “pirozhky at a time like this?”

“Couple of blocks down there’s this place. Really nice lady, gave me one for free and added a little extra to our coffee.”

You take a sip, and instantly begin coughing and pounding your chest as it goes down burning. “Archons, that’s disgusting. Who in their right mind puts Fire-Water in their coffee?”

“I know, right?” Mikhail beams. “It’s genius.”

It’s ghastly. You take another sip. Horrible, really. But it keeps you warm and awake. So maybe it isn’t that bad at all.

While Mikhail observes the area, you dig into your beef and onion pirozhky. There’s nothing fun about pulling an all-nighter but sometimes sharing a cup of coffee and eating warm food helps to get through them. Also knowing someone suffers with you. Sharing pain is gain, after all.

“Well, they sure like taking their sweet time,” Mikhail mumbles, getting a little more comfortable on the cold stone ground. He puts the binoculars away and digs into his own food. “What are we gonna do if nothing happens today?”

“Then we’ll come back next month and do it all over again.” Hopefully you don’t have to. Fyrva’snezh was two weeks ago but this winter started off particularly brutal. Two out of three units are still missing from their outskirts training and you don’t want to be in the poor lasses’ and lads’ shoes who are still at the infirmary recovering from severe hypothermia. “What worries me more is that Mitsuki might lose his sanity if he stays there another whole month.”

“Well, what doesn’t kill him makes him stronger,” Mikhail says, wiping his greasy fingers off his pants. “I just want to wipe that smug smirk off the Baron’s pig face.”

He and probably every citizen populating Jaroslawk. “Once Mitsuki locates the communication point, we’ll go in and neutralise the target if we can’t catch him alive,” you say. “Baron Igor will try and weasel his way out of it but so far all evidence stands against him. The rest is up to Her Majesty.” And the Tsaritsa is known for many things, but mercy isn’t one of them. That will show anyone else trying to make business behind her back.

“Do you really think Mitsuki will endure another month in that stupidly tight uniform?” Mikhail sounds like he very much wished for another month out in the cold like this if it meant Mitsuki would bless him for a while longer wearing his uniform.

You stretch your leg and kick him in his shin. “Don’t jinx this, Nozhyalensky,” you say. “No matter how good his ass looks in those pants, it isn’t worth freezing your own ass off out in this cold. If we have to extend our mission, I’m going to steal your coat and own it for the whole time.”

“You don’t care if I freeze to death?”

“I really don’t.”

He puts his hand on his heart in mock despair. “That’s harsh.”

It would be his own fault, no hard feelings. You sit in silence, sharing your scalding hot coffee. In the mansion on the other side, a light flickers on in the east wing. Mikhail shifts and makes a disgusted grunt. “I did not want to know the Baron is banging the Duchess of Pavlovich.”

“Might be good leverage in the future.” You quickly dot it down in your notebook, squinting at the barely illuminated page. “Especially if the Duke refuses to pay his taxes again. I’m sure we can get to him through her.”

More minutes pass in silence. Mikhail continues his watch while you start to mindlessly doodle a little Foul Legacy Child in the corner of your page. You wonder what time it is in Liyue. Is Childe also out on a mission or tugged in and sleeping well in a land that knows nothing of harsh winds and freezing nights. Does he spare a thought of home? Is he missing you as much as you miss him or has he already filled the gnawing void with faceless, warm women that comfort him at night?

“Heard anything from our comrades in Liyue?” Mikhail asks nonchalantly, but he’s always been the poorest liar of you three and it’s pretty obvious where this conversation is going. Part of you hungers for that conflict.

“They still can’t find whoever killed the Geo Archon. But Lord Childe might have located the Gnosis and has begun his infiltration.”

Chances are good he might succeed in another month or so, though from the letters you’ve received so far, it sounds like he might succeed fucking the consultant of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor before that. Tartaglia has never started anything serious with guys before, safe from occasionally drunk making outs, but new cultures could change a lot in you and it’s Tartaglia’s first time staying for so long in Liyue and meeting a man like this so called Zhongli.

Mikhail clicks his tongue in disgust. “I can’t believe this guy is over there for three months already and is still nowhere near finishing the job.” He spits at the ground and twists his mouth in a very familiar manner of annoyance—only usually this expression is meant for initiate Fatui members who can’t tell a shotgun from a sniper rifle.

“How can you still be mad at him for handing you your ass three years ago,” you say. A man’s ego is such a frail thing, thank the Tsaritsa for being a strong, independent woman.

“This isn’t about that stupid fight,” Mikhail splutters, red blotches creeping up his neck. His inability to lie is abysmal. “I don’t get how you stand that guy. His arrogance needs its own giant room to fit inside. Someone needs to knock him down a peg or two and maybe beat out this need to whore around as well—”

You move in a flash. Mikhail doesn’t have any time to react before he finds himself on his back, pinned down by your weight with a knife to his throat. “Mikhail, I love you like my own kin and you know I’d take a bullet for you any time,” you growl. “But speak another filthy word about Childe and I will cut off your tongue and feed it to street dogs while watching you bleed out like a slaughtered pig. Are we clear?”

You feel Mikhail’s chest rising and falling under your spread hand, his body warm, proof of his life. How easy it would be to take it from him, to warm the cold, dirty ground with his blood.

Mikhail’s dark eyes don’t give away anything. He’s holding very still, like a cornered animal faced with its hunter; don’t move and maybe it thinks one is dead. Eventually, he says quietly, “If you could see what an unlikeable, unpleasant person he really is, maybe...” He doesn't finish. There is no need to. You know very well what point he’s trying to make.

“I don’t need your supervision,” you say. “Or your pity.”

Mikhail barks a loud, humourless laugh. “Lassie, if I had an ounce of pity left for anyone else than myself, I wouldn’t be very good at this job, would I?”

You shift your weight. Mikhail groans as you put pressure on a wound a Pyro Vision user inflicted on him a week ago that hasn’t fully healed yet—a favour for Mikhail to prevent him from following his train of thought. You don’t know what is worse: His unrequited love for Mitsuki or Tartaglia and you knowing what you both want but can’t have.

Mikhail quietly says your name and gently lowers your hand. The sharp knife has bit into his skin just enough to leave a fine, red line on his throat. “All I’m saying is, I am not the bad guy here.”

He is right, of course. But that makes it even worse, because without a bad guy, who could you put blame on? Who would be the target of your frustration and your scorn? Who would pay for countless sleepless nights wasted alone or in a stranger’s arms?

If there is no good, no bad side, no villains or heroes to put blame on, what does that leave for you? Just the law. It is hard, but it is the law.

There is no one but yourself who carries the burden. Even knowing Tartaglia goes through the same doesn’t soothe the pain steadily growing in your heart. You’re like two stars gravitating to each other, seeking the sweet collision to finally become one and create something bigger, the most exquisite light in the endless black galaxy, but whenever you manage to come close to each other, other forces pull you apart.

You shift your position from towering above him to slumping back on Mikhail’s lap, your anger deflated like a balloon.

“Arguing with you is no fun,” you mumble, sheathing the knife back in its place inside your boot.

Mikhail arches one dark brow. “Learnt from the best. You don’t want to get into an argument with my mama.”

“Are you two leaving me out from a team bonding session?” comes a static voice from your left.

“Darling, we would never leave you out from a potential threesome,” Mikhail says back, a wicked grin flirting with his mouth.

“Blergh,” you groan in disgust and roll off him, grabbing for the plastic piece from where Mitsuki’s voice has sounded; Il Dottore’s newest invention, a voice transmitter agents use for long distance communication.

“So, how’s it cooking, good looking?” Mikhail asks, ignoring your eyes rolling back. “Anything new at the front?”

Mitsuki is silent for a moment. Somewhere, a dog barks. “I think someone might have tipped the Baron off.”

Immediately, you feel Mikhail's body tense next to you. “Do you need us to come in?”

Oppressive silence fills the room. Mikhail jerks, but before he can jump to rash actions, you grab his arm hard enough to bruise. He freezes, and you both stare at the voice transmitter in Mikhail’s hand.

A moment later, static crackles, and Mitsuki says, “I received a note on the caviar shipment. Roads are all clear, it should come in around seven in the morning.”

Mikhail relaxes, but a sweat bead rolls from his temple and disappears behind his black turtle neck sweater. He sags against you, exhaling very loudly.

A couple of years ago, after you three had been working together and hadn’t tried to kill each other as often as other teams, you guys had decided to come up with your own secret language for times like these. Mikhail had first complained about the hours put into learning it the most—the semantics always changing depending on what line of work you’d infiltrate—but eventually even he had agreed it was a pretty neat trick. What Mitsuki has said simply means all is in order and the mission is proceeding smoothly.

“Little fucker,” Mikhail grumbles, ruffling his own hair just to keep his hand busy. You agree. It feels like you’ve aged five years in those last five minutes.

That relief is short lived. A small explosion from the right wing inside the mansion lights up the night like a firework show. Mikhail is out of the window in a flash. You grab your rifle, keeping an eye on him as he crosses the street in a flash and climbs over the iron gate.

Two shadows tumble through the hole in the second floor. You sway your scope, laying eyes on Mitsuki as he wrestles with a cloaked figure. Purple sparks fly, clashing with crimson flames that rise skyward and turn into black smoke. At least something is according to plan even though your Cryo Vision would be more effective.

You watch them fight for a moment, unable to get a clear shot as both are short distance fighters. Mitsuki moves quicker than a flash, whirling two hatches over his head, parrying a deathly bow from the Sumeru’s Claymore. Mitsuki is smaller than most of his comrades. People like to underestimate him, but that’s part of the fun, according to him. Proving people wrong. He dodges another swift strike, rolling out of the way and giving you a clear sight at your target. But over his shoulder, Mitsuki catches your eyes and gives the tiniest shake of his head. Not yet.

You wish he could see the stingy eye you’re giving him right now. You’ve waited long enough out in this cold and your whole body shakes with the need to move, the need to fight. A quick look to Mikhail shows he’s fending off two of the Baron’s guards himself. Luckily, they can’t really hold their stand against a fully trained Fatui agent. He quickly takes out his opponents, closing in on Mitsuki and the Sumeru agent. Mitsuki has driven him to the edge of the forest. So that’s his plan. You wait until the spy is right beneath a long, thick branch, then pull the trigger. The shot is muffled by the silencer, slicing through the air with infused Cryo power. It hits its target, cutting the branch off. The Sumeru spy is too slow. When the branch buries him under its weight, Mikhail finally catches up to Mitsuki, and through your scope you can see him patting Mitsuki down for injuries. Mitsuki pushes him away, not hard or in a mean way, just enough to signal this isn’t the time. The job isn’t done yet.

Mitsuki advances the spy and kneels, looking for signs of life. He looks up, his dark eyes searching your scope. He holds your gaze, picking up his voice transmitter.

“I have good and bad news,” he says. “The spy is still alive, so we’ll get our answers. But now I’m pretty sure the Baron knows what’s going on.”

“Then don’t just stand there, someone go after him, quick!” you yell in your transmitter.

Before Mikhail dashes off, you hear him curse. “Lord Scaramouche is going to kill us.”

He will, considered this was supposed to undergo without the Baron noticing anything.

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Dear little tygress,

forgive my horrible handwriting. I am still shaking from all the laughter your last letter gave me. Zhongli-xiansheng was actually worried for my wellbeing because I had choked on air and almost died. I swear, you will kill me one day, little tygress.

Speaking of little and potential lethal beasts, I’m surprised Scaramouche didn’t use your head as a toilet plunger. I really do think he's fond of you, little tygress. Any other team would be six feet under by now. You have to tell me your secret once I’m back. Scaramouche still doesn’t know I broke his favourite, ugly cup with the bear on the front from Fontaine, and I want to be prepared once he knows.

Everything is the same in Liyue, and at the same time, everything is changing. Rex Lapis’ murder is still unsolved, and I do enjoy watching the little traveller boy run around looking for answers. Once I return with the Geo Archon’s gnosis, dinner will be on me.

How are things at home? I hope Tonia hasn’t finished all mooncakes by herself again and saved some for the rest of the bunch. I can’t bear to hear Anthon cry again about me only sending sweets to Tonia and Teucer. Has the old man gotten in touch with you? He still doesn’t reply to me, but mama says he’s reading the letters. Maybe a bottle of Liyue’s Baijiu will loose his tongue, or hand for that matter. It’s almost as good as Fire-Water, promise.

Till next time and don’t get too much on little ‘Mouche’s nerves, otherwise there will be no room left for me.

Yours, Red Fox

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soggy-platee · 4 years ago

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What Do We Do Now?- Chp.2

Rating: M

Pairing: Din x Fem!Reader

Summary: When trying to collect your bounty, Din runs into some issues.

Read on ao3 here, and feel free to reblog! Thanks for the support on the first chapter!

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It was not only just his stoic exterior, you came to understand, this guy really did not talk.

Like, not a single word. Beyond the threat he ground out at you in the cantina, he had yet to say anything else to you as he dragged you through the darkened streets.

It didn’t help that you were too scared to even let out a sound, keep quiet against the pain in your wrists as the cuffs ground into them. You knew they were bruised, or even bleeding. You wondered if they would scar.

Would that even matter?

Your mind began to race. Would he kill you when you got to his ship, or would that old wife beater do it himself when the Mandalorian delivered you to him? Or would he draw it out?

Would he make it hurt?

You shivered at both the thought and the cold, he had left your cloak on the floor of the cantina and it was a cold night in Mos Eisley. You wondered what he did with your other boot.

Although it was dark, you knew exactly where he was taking you. Out past the lights of the town toward the docking bays, toward his ship.

Toward possible death, your brain provided unhelpfully.

You passed by the docks one by one, 1-5, 2-5, and to your chagrin, he stopped you in front of the entrance of hangar 3-5. If there was one person that would absolutely not help your situation, it was the owner of this dock. You bit back a groan as he did indeed drag you through the entrance. After winding you around familiar corners, his ship came into view.

It had…seen better days, to say the least.

You knew it was a pre-imperial gunship, but your knowledge of the craft stopped there. The copious amounts of carbon scoring along the hull somehow make you more scared of the bounty hunter currently hauling you toward the open mouth of the ship.

From inside, a voice called, “Finally! This little guy wasn’t gonna let me get any more work done without seeing his dad!”

What? Little guy? And more importantly, Dad?!

She couldn’t be talking about the Mandalorian behind you. You couldn’t imagine this bounty hunter managing to keep a plant alive, let alone a child. How did that even work? Didn’t Mandalorians never remove their helmets? There isn’t exactly a surplus of their kind around. Did he have a partner? Did that bother you? Why in the hell would that bother you-

Your mind went blank, however, when the owner of the hangar stuck her head out of the ship, still far enough inside to obscure whatever or whoever she was referring to as “little guy”. She made eye contact with you and groaned, you gave a sheepish grin in return.

“So I’m not the only one you’ve screwed over, huh?”

Peli Motto was one of the people in town who would have turned you over personally to the hunter if you crossed her path. You had arrived on Tatooine three months ago with a load of stolen ship parts from your last job and planned to get good credits for them, sell them to the various hangars here and live out comfortably before you had to move on. Only after landing on the planet did you realized that these parts were essentially junk. You stole the wrong stuff, but hey, you never claimed to be a mechanic.

That is, until you sold off the shit parts to Peli for way too many credits. At that time, you did claim to be a mechanic.

She chased you down with a wrench before you even had time to make it back into town. You ended up with no parts, no credits, and a seriously nasty lump on your head. You had sincerely apologized, you really didn’t like taking advantage of those who didn’t deserve it. You were just in a tight spot. You don’t think it made a difference to her.

“Th-those parts were legit, you’re the one who robbed me”, you responded weakly.

“A bad thief and a bad liar, I don’t know how the hell you made it this long”, she snapped back

She directed the next sentence to the silent figure behind you,

“Be careful with that one, she’s slippery”

“I know”

Peli didn’t seem surprised when he responded, you began to wonder if he just didn’t talk to you.

You didn’t have time to ponder this, as he began pushing you again abruptly. You were so unprepared for the movement that you tripped over your own shoeless foot. You were headed straight for the ground, unable to use the hands currently cuffed behind your back. You tensed in anticipation for impact, you face scrunching and turning to the side-

A large arm wrapped its way around your torso at the last moment and hauled you toward a strong chest, causing your body to fold around it while also knocking the breath out of you. Before you even had time to process that he was currently holding your ass flush with his, um, lower half, you heard a loud squeal of delight.

Your head popped up from its current position facing the ground and you make eye contact with the quite possibly the strangest creature you had ever seen, and, quite possibly…the cutest?

Your first thought was that there is no way that the man practically holding you up currently (Maker, he’s holding you!), could be the father of this thing. The image of the Mandalorian with the same large, green ears under his helmet made you let out an involuntary huff of laughter.

This movement made the Mandalorian release you, rather ungently, you might add. You barely managed to make it on your feet when he practically threw you at the ground. You tried to not be offended as you returned your eyes to the small green creature in Peli’s arms, who had made her way down the ramp to stand in front of the pair of you.

Its large brown eyes were fixed on the silver bucket behind your head, with arms reached out and a wide smile on its tiny face. Its ears were huge, stretching out from its head, almost doubling its width. It wore a small brown tunic with tiny, three-toed feet sticking out the bottom.

Your assessment of the little one was cut short when the Mandalorian side stepped Peli and the child to drag you up the ramp to the ship.

Why the hell were you admiring the child? Why were you thinking about anything else besides your possible death! You needed to form a plan to get out of this. Now. You began running through options in your head, commandeering the ship in flight, getting away once you landed, even causing damage mid-flight to buy you more time. Maybe if you could-

All your half-formed hopes were dashed when you caught sight of your worst nightmare. A carbonite freezer.

Maker, no. No. Please. Anything but that.

You couldn’t- You wouldn’t. You would rather die than go under again. Last time-

A sharp push toward the freezer forced your thoughts from your throat. “No.”, you whispered.

He responded by continuing to pull you forward, toward the freezer.

Toward that dark, that never-ending cold and dark.

You braced your single boot and socked foot on the ground, saying louder this time, “No.”

This time he turned back to face you. He still didn’t speak, and you still kept your feet planted in protest. You heard a crackle of static from the helmet, he huffed, annoyed at your insolence.

He turned again toward the freezer, tightening his grip on your arm to a near bruising pressure, easily breaking your stance with another tug. You trip toward the freezer but recover quickly, throwing your shoulders in an attempt to break his iron grip. No such luck.

You were starting to panic. You threw your shoulders again and again, still not hampering your progress toward the vile thing.

The next noise of annoyance that came from the helmet was more akin to a growl as he used his other hand to hover over the blaster at his hip, all while looking rights at your face. It was a clear warning. You paused briefly, weighing your options. You knew already, though, that you would rather die than go under. Easily.

You continued to thrash, trying to remove his hand from your arm.

He pulled his blaster then and pushed it into the soft side of your torso.

You looked up into his helmet, where you hoped his eyes were. While your own eyes were watering with panic, you managed to give what you thought was a convincing snarl.

“Do it. I would rather die than go in.” you growled.

“That can be arranged” he said, emotionless.

Your standoff continued, your brows knitting tighter together and his blaster digging further into your side, so far it touched your ribs. You had no doubt he was serious about his threat, and you prepared for the worst.

The stalemate was broken by the sound of Peli’s voice calling for the bastard in front of you. His grip on your arm tightened painfully, briefly, before letting it go, using both hands to push you back to the wall of the ship, where your cuffs magnetized, effectively holding you there.

He moved in front of you, holding his blaster level with your brow and gritted out, “Stay.”

You sneered at him as he turned to leave. The moment he was away from you, however, your shoulders sank and you let out several shaky breaths.

Maker, you were scared.

You hated to admit it, even to yourself, but you were on the verge of tears that entire time. You wondered if he could tell. You wondered if he would even care.

You lifted your head toward the sound of Peli’s voice outside, once again too soft to hear. Her eyes flashed briefly over to you as she gestured with the hand not holding the child. They seemed to be arguing, the Mandalorian moving his hand in a striking motion. She held up the child in front of her, and his shoulders fell slightly, signally defeat.

You figured you should at least attempt to look a little bit intimidating before the Mandalorian returned, sniffling your runny nose and attempting to reign in your misty eyes.

You knew he still saw the signs, however, when he made his way back into the ship to stand in front of you.

He assessed you silently, and your feigned confidence quickly waned under the weight of his stare until you were as curled in on yourself as far as you possibly could be while your hands were cuffed behind your back.

He spoke, deathly quiet, “You try anything, I kill you. Clear?”

You nodded, eyes wide with fear.

Did this mean you wouldn’t be going in the freezer?

Apparently so, as the Mandalorian began making preparations to leave the hangar.

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the prince and the commoner

Genre: slight angst then fluff

A Kei tsukishima x reader

Synopsis: A time where elves, fairies, dragons, and other wonderful creatures live in harmony, how would you choose to live? On a pirate ship? Making potions? Who do you stumble upon along the journey? A soldier, a poet, a king? Well, that’s for you to decide.

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The prince was known across the land as the handsome heir to the throne. His brother, Akiteru ruled with grace and kindness and a lot of people expected the same traits when they met the second son.

And boy were they wrong.

Prince Kei wasn't anything like his brother at all. He talked back with a venomous smirk. His words pierced would pierce your heart in all the wrong ways. His stare froze you on the spot, butterflies dying in your stomach. He was known for being ruthless, heartless.

cold.

"you need to get out there! See the world, meet your princess!" said Akiteru who stood by the long table in the war council room. He seemed to be looking at the big map to see the other kingdoms and the villages surrounding the castle.

"it's just love. It's unnecessary." Tsukishima answered, rolling his eyes and picking up a small town square, signifying a village. Akiteru chuckled before patting his brother's shoulder before leaving without him. Tsukishima grumbled before following him out.

He got to the main foyer to see his friend, Yamaguchi, a prince from the neighboring kingdom. He walked over, posture straight, stiff. Yamaguchi smiled at him warmly before resting his arm around his shoulder and pulling him down. Tsukishima grumbled in annoyance.

Yamaguchi chuckled "tsukki~ we should go out! See the town!" he suggested, bouncing on the balls of his shoes.

The cold prince sighed before looking away from his friend. "why should I go with you?" tsukishima asked, arms crossed.

"oh come on baby bro~ get out there!" Akiteru came up from behind and shoved him out of the front doors. Kei cursed under his breath. Yamaguchi took this opportunity to take his hand and led him into the stables, where they were saddled up and ready to go down the hill and into the village.

"yachi and I went out on a nice stroll around the castle!" yamaguchi retold the story, pink spread to the tips of his ears. Tsukishima rolled his eyes. Jesus, even his best friend was in love. Love is just something they want. You can live without love.

You enter the marketplace where most of the townsfolk gave way to the two steeds to pass. Yamaguchi continued telling his best friend about new adventures he experienced with the blonde princess. The two princes weren't looking where they were going when somebody yelled. Tsukishima looked on the road to see you, a normal maiden, picking up some newspapers in the middle of the cobblestone road. You didn't even get a chance to scream when you saw the horses barreling towards you.

Tsukishima acted as quickly as he could. He jumped down his horse and pulled it by the reigns, pulling his horse off of the road and guiding it to a stop. Yamaguchi thankfully stopped his just at the nick of time. The cold prince pet the stallion before turning to you with one of his icy glares. Yamaguchi panicked, about to get off of his saddle and apologize for his friend's behavior when he saw you standing tall, arms crossed, glaring back with the same coldness.

"Maybe you should watch where you're going pipsqueak." tsukishima berated. It didn't seem to have to effect on you. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him before picking up the last piece of the morning's paper.

"maybe if you didn't chit-chat with prince smiles over here then you would've been watching the road like a normal prince would be trained to do." you talked back, storming off, away from the scene.

Yamaguchi frowned, walking towards his best friend. He was about to ask if he was okay and if he should get the guards but what he saw was a very rare sight.

Tsukishima was blushing.

Granted, he was trying not to show any trace of it.

Without a word, he got back up on his horse and started to trudge back up into the hill. Yamaguchi scrambled up to his steed and followed after him.

That night, the tsukishima's and yamaguchi's decided to dine together in the royal hall, eating and chit-chatting. Kei took his goblet and chugged it. He needed to clear his head. Was he going to do this in front of yamguchi's parents?

"I found someone I would like to court," he said, looking over everyone so nonchalantly. Akiteru bounced out of his seat in excitement. He tried to pounce on his brother to no avail, kei dodging effortlessly.

Yamaguchi smiled supportively. He kind of knew who he was mentioning. He was there with him when they looked for their identity. His father, the king, looked at his son's best friend in curiosity.

"is it a prince? Princess? Dutchess? Dutch?" akiteru guessed. He was bouncing all over the place, trying to see if his hunches were right. Tsukki gestured over to the butler, the butler handed him a piece of paper. The prince places it on the table. Akiteru snatched it up and read through, his grin never wavering.

"(y/n) (l/n) the wonderful maiden in the village. She looks divine!" Akiteru said, handing the paper to the king. He scoffed, looking at the paper before slamming it down on the table.

"a prince shouldn't be with a mere commoner Kei. You know that." the king said, his voice was deep. He was trying to intimidate him but it gave the opposite effect.

Tsukishima chuckled darkly, before standing up so they could see eye-to-eye. "I like her. Love is supposed to be chosen. Not forced upon because of your stature. I don't care if she isn't a princess. She's the only one who treated me like an actual person and not like a shard of ice or a diamond. If you don't like it, you're free to leave." Kei said, his eyes were clouded in anger. No one has seen him this serious before.

The king clenched his fist before storming out. Yamaguchi stood up and bowed before his friends apologetically. "I'm sorry, on behalf of my father. He didn't mean to offend you tsukki." he said, looking back up to the two brothers. Akiteru patted his head pitifully.

"it's okay yamaguchi. That was his opinion. We're here to support tsukki! Whatever it takes!" Akiteru said happily, pulling the two of them into a side hug.

And this time, tsukki let it happen.

"she's here!"

What?

Tsukishima jolted out of bed, hearing his brother screaming from the foyer. Passing by the windows, he could tell it was just the early hours of dawn. He gets there to see his brother talking happily to a confused you.

You thought you were in trouble, guards knocking on your front door hours before you usually wake up. They told you that they were there to escort you to the castle. Was it because you talked to the prince in such a horrid manner yesterday?

You were taken to meet king Akiteru who greeted you with open arms. He seemed excited about something. You just couldn't put your finger on it. You see something move in your peripheral. You see the prince dressed in his most simple coattails. He seemed to be dressed in a hurry.

"you invited her?"

"I wanted to meet the woman you want to court-"

"wait a minute!" you cut their arguing off. They both looked at you. You swore you see tsukki's ears grow pink. Akiteru gave you his most charming smile, taking your hand then leading you in front of his brother who hesitantly took your hand from the king.

"my brother here," Akiteru started, a knowing smirk on his face. "he wanted to get to know you better and apologize for the… horse incident." he finished, chuckling to himself.

"you wanna get to know… me?"

"of course pipsqueak. I-I would love to get to know you," tsukki said, glancing at his beaming brother a couple of times before bending down to kiss your hand.

You smirked before curtsying. "I would be honored, prince… know-it-all."

"oh, you did not-"

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hologramcowboy · 3 years ago

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Do you ever think how much Jensen has to live up to people's expectations? So many people see him as the perfect gentleman, a good guy, so handsome and nice. He's good at everything, he can sing, he can dance, he can do stunts, he's an awesome actor, everyone expects him to be a superstar.

Is so much pressure, that can't be good for his mental health.

Specially because the moment he steps out of that mold, even a little bit, if he does something crazy or different, people is too quick to judge him.

He can't have eyebags or a bad hair day because people inmediatly assume something is wrong, surely his evil wife hits him.

He can't speak his mind without getting those awful coments saying he's only meant to be seen and not heard, he needs to shut up and just look pretty for the cameras, and then people gets angry too when he says nothing.

Is not fair, he's just human, of course he doesn't wake up looking perfect every morning, and of course he's going to put a foot on his mouth every once in a while.

And you think his absence on social media is weird. He would go crazy with all that shit all the time.

It's true that people project a larger than life image on him and that's not an easy thing to live up to. That being said, he's human and like all of us he is responsible for what he says/does and free to choose whatever he wants. People don't judge him as much as you think, look at the podcast fiasco, people failed to emphasize the misogyny of some of his comments among other discrepancies. Only the more grounded, realistic fans/admirers went into discussion about all of that.

In general, people gave him a pass and immense privilege ever since the beginning of his career so please refrain from trying to make him look like a victim because there are extreme fans out there that start so much drama over things just to harass him. Not to mention he does get harassed by Hellers and such and that is unacceptable, he's expressed time and time again Destiel doesn't exist and that he dislikes the ship and yet people keep trying to bait him with that and that's harassment, it's forcing a sexual identity he never had unto him and no human should endure that. I get that these people really love their ship, it's great they are creative but invading the Actors' identities will only cause them to maintain distance not only among themselves but towards said fans.

Anon, anyone in the public eye or of interest is under scrutiny, it comes with the territory. You don't have to be famous for people to speculate when you have swollen eyes...It happens to all of us and often the people closest to us may be our harshest critic. We all go through phases and people do notice, whether they say it to your face or not. I completely understand why he doesn't post, what I am saying is he needs to post at least twice a week and on brand if he wants his social media to be a more effective marketing channel.

It seems like your ask was made to defend Danneel but disguised as concern for Jensen. Is that what it is? lol It doesn't matter, I appreciate you trying to get a feel for what Jensen experiences, I think it's a very important exercise of character.

The industry he is in no doubt has high standards as well as pressure, so it's good to remember that because very often people objectify him like he is supposed to be Perfect and nothing else and then they get angry when he shows humanity or vulnerability or doesn't do what they want (hellers for example). That's a toxic side that needs to be reigned in. We all have expectations but Jensen is only obliged to fulfill his own expectations and wishes regarding his career trajectory and experience. He can break the mold anytime, he's free to but if he wants a stable career he needs to ensure that whenever he makes changes he does so in a way that is in line with his goals for that frame of time. As in, if he knows he wants to be in action movies then he needs to post less kids and more him training or whatever that specific profile he is going for requires. That's what any social media consultant for Actors would advise him. I, for one, don't expect him to look perfect and of course as any human, me included, he makes mistakes which also means learning and acquiring experience. That being said, when there are signs of something being off, I find it's dehumanizing to ignore that and it's also emotionally limiting said person who maybe cannot express certain things but does require help or understanding. I'd rather be in listening mode than take things at face value. People always find ways to make anything that is expressed regarding Jensen negative as if he were a token or a Ken doll, that's dehumanizing him and while he could be a symbol that stands or something (well if he defines his brand he will be) that should never mean getting harassed or dehumanized. That's just my take on things. Take what resonates and discard the rest.

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